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The Marquesa's Neckace by P.J.
MacLayne
Harmony Duprie enjoyed her well-ordered life in the quiet
little town of Oak Grove—until her arrest for drug trafficking. Cleared of all
charges, she wants nothing more than to return to the uneventful lifestyle of a
historical researcher she once savored.
But when her beloved old car “George” is stolen and explodes
into a ball of flames, it sets off a series of events that throws her plans
into turmoil. Toss in a police detective that may or may not be interested in
her, an attractive but mysterious stranger on her trail, and an ex-boyfriend
doing time, and Harmony’s life freefalls into a downward spiral of chaos.
Now she has to use her research skills to figure out who is
behind the sinister incidents plaguing her, and why. And she better take it
seriously, like her life depends upon finding the right answers.
Because it might.
Lots of people write about the beauty of the ocean on a
clear and cloudless day, when the sun sparkles on the water. I find beauty in
the stormy ocean, with the water being tossed about by both waves and wind,
crashing against the rocks thrusting from the bottom. This picture is a poor
representation of what standing on the shore during a winter storm looks like.
I collect wild flowers. No, I don't pick them and take them
home, only to have them die a day or two later, I take pictures of them so
their beauty is preserved for years. I have no idea how many pictures of
flowers I have, taken in various places throughout the United States. Here's
one such picture, taken in the mountains of Colorado this July. And before you
ask, I have no idea what the name of these flowers is. I'll leave it to someone
else to identify them.
Many of us have seen pictures of redwoods as they reach to
the sky. Sometimes, due to natural events, they crash to the ground. When they do, their roots are often pulled
from the ground. So here's a picture of redwood roots for those of you who have
never seen them. And to give you an idea of the size, an average person
standing in front of these roots would only be half as tall. I apologize for
the graininess of this picture, it was taken on old-fashioned film and scanned
to my computer a few years later.
I love the mountains. There's not a lot more that I can say
than that. It doesn't matter what the weather is, the mountains feed my soul.
Picking just one picture of the mountains to share was almost impossible. I
changed my mind several times. So here's one.
It seems fitting to end this with a sunset. Yes, it was
taken in the mountains.
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